It didn'ttake long for the pee to start flowing. Like everything else with thisalien body, it was a strange, distressing feeling. It didn't come out...in a tight stream, but a messy flood. A piece of trivia rose up fromdim memory, and he wiped front to back, his pussy twitching as it wasrubbed.He got up and faced the mirror. One more thing. It was something hehad done every day, every year since he entered adolescence, and he'dbe damned if he stopped now just because he didn't need to anymore.. .. happy; content. She wondered if, when BV had renounced her freedom and offered herself to Jessie, some part of her inner drive – her ambition ... no, more like ... her interest in things – had been compromised or, perhaps, lost. Contentment hadn't been part of BV's personality before."Someone you know?" Jessie asked.Vanessa grinned and shook her head no, and watched her new master as she lay on a comfortable bed of hay that had been provided for passenger comfort. "Can we see your ranch. The first boy came up to me and held my head, as the other boy put what I thought was smelling salts under my nose, I breathed in as he put it up my nostril, then the other, and again and again. Six breaths and my head was spinning. The first boy went to the other end, lubed up his hand and started playing with my ass, pushing a finger, then two inside me, another blast up each nostril , three fingers, in, out, in and out, four fingers, I was moaning, trying to stay relaxed, another blast and. It was sad, really, that I hadn't more presence, more poise, that I couldn't convince him, just by speaking, that he must help Renee, that he had no choice, that to not help – right then, no more waiting – would cost him his life. Maybe, perhaps, if I could say the right words with enough force, he would believe."Mr. Woodhouse, if you don't help Renee right now, I'll kill you."That seemed pretty direct. He laughed."Oh Tyballa! You sweet thing. Your loyalty to my sad little dyke of a daughter is.